I look at these photos and see another small ritual of spring:
putting the slipcover and pillows on the porch swing.
My mother would look at these photos and see something very different:
a need to bring out the iron.
She could never understand why I would prefer something with
a bit of rust , a bit of peeling paint or (Heaven Forbid!)
a bit wrinkled.
It's really quite simple .. . . they're all just additional
T E X T U R E .
I love the patina of real life.
Mom - if you're still biting you tongue and giving me
I can only say : LA TE DA .
Which leads me to the question du jour:
Does that term have any meaning to anyone who didn't grow
up in the Deep South???
I see it as an old fashioned version of "Whatever!"
.... .. .. and you ??
photos copyright Judith Thibaut